Green Light - London Jae

Started from the bottom, feet planted in the mud

I was dead to the world

Fast forward a few years, now I’m touring round the world

All I want is some head from your girl

Green light, I got to go and get it

2007, I had a Honda Civic

Trafficking weed through the city, fuck the speed limit

And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it

And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it

Cause we winning

And your club wasn’t shit unless my team in it

Broke bitches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me

And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason

The same spot where Rich came and found me

Head over water, no more drowning

Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me

Feeling like a king, that or be a dream

I’m balling like Kareem, how the fuck you niggas sounding

Broke niggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me

In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, niggas don’t understand so they fear

me

I’m in this bitch stacking racks to the ceiling

Tryna see a million

I got my motherfucking team now, green light

Young nigga with a million dollar dream

Got em beating all the schemes

To get me some money and get the fuck up out the gutter

And never switch up on my niggas, going hard for the team

Tell the truth, I used to look up to a few niggas

Till I got me some money and saw their true colors

Shining hard, popping good, and them niggas around you ain’t got a pot to piss

in

Nigga you a sellout

They don’t respect me, you don’t like a nigga, check it

Pull up on your set and get the motherfucking weapon

I got that motherfucking Smith & Wesson

Small thing to a giant, I’m from the jungle, and I’m kinging like a lion

Bitch I’m winning without trying

Know you made it when you spending without buying

Them pain killers tryna numb all the pain from the bullshit I seen in my life

It’s only two motherfuckers in the world I don’t trust

That’s niggas and bitches, that’s on my life

Small circle, nigga can’t stick a pen in it

Face deep in that pussy I got my chin it

I ain’t a gangster, I’m a player ho

And I’m moving round the city like the mayor ho

Broke bitches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me

And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason

The same spot where Rich came and found me

Head over water, no more drowning

Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me

Feeling like a king, that or be a dream

I’m balling like Kareem, how the fuck you niggas sounding

Broke niggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me

In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, niggas don’t understand so they fear

me

I’m in this bitch stacking racks to the ceiling

Tryna see a million

I got my motherfucking team now, green light